The fireflies have gone to sleep
The stars retreat back into mystery
And it is time for the quiet to break.
Houses go by as the first
Touch of orange lights the horizon.
We're back and we're
Setting fire to the sky,
Rooftops lit by golden flames, a
Shining phoenix reminding that
We will never die.
And we are here to rage,
Rage for those who have died,
Who still suffer through the
Nights of hatred and evil,
Nights without end-
Rage,
Until the searing sunlight
Is at last victorious
